I don’t want to be locked in this realm forever. I’m truly too nosey for that. I love watching the mortals go about their daily lives. Giving that up would be terrible. I just have to try harder, find a way to get out of this funk, and become the cupid I want to be.
The dessert is delicious, and I return the jar to the proper receptacles as I make my way to my apartment until it’s time to meet Love and her friends.
The golden streets are pristine, and all the buildings are built in different shades of pink. Cupidale is wonderful, a true dream. So why do I feel so out of place? Why does it feel like I’m not happy like all the other cupids?
I groan and rub my temple.
Who would’ve thought being a cupid could be this lonely?
My knuckles tap against the apartment door with a heavy sigh before it swings wide open. Love is grinning as she tugs me by the wrist and pulls me into the room.
She puts a glass of bubbly pink sparkling wine in my hand before sitting me on the couch. The bubbles feel cool against my throat as I sip and take a look at the apartment. It’s pink, perfect, and gorgeously feminine.
I really need to do more with my place so that it feels as lively as this one. My eyes trail from the heart-shaped bed to find three cupids staring intently at me.
“What is this?”
“An intervention,” Love deadpans.
“What?”
“And intervention is when?—”
“I know what an intervention is, Love. Why am I at the center of one?”
All the cupids’ eyes soften as they look at me with pity, and I feel my own welling up with tears.
“Because you’re our friend and you’re sad. We want to help you in any way that we can, and the first part of that is discussing how you speak about yourself. So this is a no-more-negative-talk-vention.”
“You two don’t even know me,” I say, directing the accusation at Doe and Amore, who are holding hands. I wonder how long they’ve been together, and what their relationship looks like. It seems wholly different from Love and Death, but it clearly works.
A cupid with no experience in love, what a complete disaster.
“No, but we’d like to. We’d be honored to be your friends.”
The flood gates open, and tears fall down my eyes. I don’t know why they would want to be friends with me, not really. What do I have to offer? I’m not even sure how to be a good cupid, let alone a good friend.
There’s a sharp pinch on my thigh, and I jolt. Love gives me a soft smile as she removes her crab-like pincher fingers. She holds them up like she’s absolutely ready to pinch the shit out of me again.
“Sorry, I could just tell you were saying some mean shit in your head.”
I sniffle and look around the perfectly pink room shared by two people who love each other and are offering to be my friends. No strings attached, they just want to get to know me, and I’m not sure how to handle their kindness.
“So, what do friends do in Cupidale?” I ask, wiping away the tears from my eyes.
They all grin, and I suddenly find myself supplied with more champagne as Doe sits me in a makeup chair and spins me towards a mirror.
“Your curls are beautiful, but so is your face,” she says.
Her pink fingers push the curls back with some sort of gel, showing more of my face.
“There she is. No more hiding those perfect cheekbones.”
I blush, and she shakes her head.
“You’ll need to work on accepting compliments as well.”
“It was easy being with Eros. He wasn’t one for handing them out.”
